averygoodun42 | Happy Annivesary! Let's go to McDonalds.

So, today is Geoff and my seventh anniversary. Yay!

It started off rather nicely. Geoff and I got some cuddling time in before Babe woke up. And when Babe did wake up, the first thing he did was dress himself! No cajoling, no prompting, nothing!

Then it went downhill.

I had an appointment with a naturopath, and spent oodles of money and time retelling my medical history. Upshot is that I need to eat more fat (olive oil, butter and coconut oil esp), keep warm and eat lots of berries. Including a very sweet concentrate amalgam of berries.

And supplements. Including iron, because it seems my fatigue is as much anemia as anything. (Thanks, rhuemy, for letting me know... grr)

Oh, and cut out raw veggies. No more salads for me.

That took three hours, leaving me just enough time to pick up Geoff so that he could take Babe to McDonald's playspace, as I promised, while I went and got my breast fondled by a doctor.

After that was done, I called Geoff back to pick me up (he had the car, cause there wasn't time for me to drop them off), and then I dropped Geoff off back at work while Babe and I went back to the playspace, since half an hour of playtime wasn't really equal reward for being good for three hours at a doctor's office.

And then I made my first mistake.

As Babe and I were going from the car to the building (I refuse to call it a restaurant), I asked Babe to hold my hand, because we were in a parking lot. He refused and held his hands down low where I couldn't get them easily. While we were between the cars (SUV's) that was acceptable, if not ideal, but he still was refusing as he was about to step into the traffic lane. I grabbed his hood and pulled him up short, since he was wriggling out of any other grasp I tried.

He responded by attacking me.

I immediately pulled him back forcefully, turned us around and told him we weren't going in if that's how he was going to behave. (All good so far, right?) So then he became a docile little lamb, apologized (when prompted) and I relented. (Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!)

So, we went in. I ordered a snack for myself (apple pies and fries, the only thing I can stand there) and then made our way into the playspace room.

Let me tell you one defining feature of all playspaces: the smell of urine. It almost knocked me over as we entered, but, well, what can a parent do?

So Babe happily ran off into the tubes and was quickly lost from sight, while I took one of the few remaining tables that had a view.

Time passed.

Babe came out of the tubes, smiling and laughing, and sat down across from me and wriggled. You know the wriggle. So I told him to get his shoes on and we'd go to the bathroom. After a bit of coaxing, he relented.

And then I made my second mistake.

In the bathroom stall, he made mention of not needing to go, that he was holding in his pee and poop. I immediately picked up on his volunteering the "poop" bit and asked him if he needed to poo. He denied it, and after he weed, we went back to the playspace.

Half an hour later, it was time to go. I managed to round him up and we got back to the car without any incidents. But then, as we got into the car, I noticed a stain on his pants. And a smell.

"Did you poo?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"You sure? Cause I smell something that smells like poo."

"I didn't have an accident."

"Hmph," I said, suspiciously.

Anyway, we got home, and sure enough, the smell went wherever Babe did. So, I forced him into the bathroom and looked in his pants... only to find he'd foregone the underwear this morning.

He had pooed, but there wasn't any trace of it left in his pants.

Ew. ewewewewewwewewewewewew.

I feel horrible for everyone involved in cleaning up that playspace, though I really hope that it does get cleaned up.

ewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewewew!

I have told him that he's not allowed to go back to the playspace until he's proven that he can and will use the bathroom properly. Not with me, not with Neighbor!girl, not with anyone. That privilege is hereby revoked.

So he's now in the bath, soaking his filthy bum. I will be calling Geoff home soon because I have a feeling tonight will be an alone night for me, anniversary be damned. Maybe I'll send them off to see Up. *looks at clock* Or not. But they will be going Out.

On the plus side, there is leftover chocolate cake in the fridge, fresh local strawberries and the computer seems to be working okay. As long as we don't put it through anything stressful like printing, or virus scanning, or the like.

Hope your Monday was better than mine.

Cheers.